A month ago I was declared dead by the Turkish media. Literally.  An Instagram posted this bit of misinformation, and as a result I received condolences on my social media portals. It wasn’t me who died, rather arabesk soul singer Volkan Bekar, who recorded  “Yalan Dolan” on the compilation “Yeralti operation” together with Mr. L in 1996. One of the most gifted – and ...

It’s a nice thing to be able to walk through the streets of a Turkish neighborhood and not have people stare at you all the time or mob you for autographs. David Bowie must have felt this way in Berlin in the seventies, alone and anonymous for a change – a bit like Ceza, (pronounced “Jeza”, and meaning “punishment”), the ...

Whenever I visited my grandmother in Istanbul, Aksaray, I simply had to check out the scene on Istiklal Caddesi.  Mostly, I walked there. Back then there was no tram and I didn’t really fancy taking the bus. So I walked past Istanbul University, where my mother studied, then either through Kapalı Çarşı (Grand Bazaar) or past the Sultan Ahmet Cami ...